a day less perfect

gratitude
before surprise.

 

 

 
Heron squawk
at
big
beautiful
tender eyes.

 

 

 
trees whispering through my head-
my heart knows exactly what they said.

 

 

 
magic persists deep
in this quiet,
to ravish
dreamers
and lovers in
an orgy of inspiration
& delight.

 

and then the moon rises.

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